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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.