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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Ossler,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.