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 Singapore 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.