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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.