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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.