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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.