Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.