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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.