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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Gong,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
X-101,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.