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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.