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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
JFA,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.