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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.