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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.