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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.