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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.