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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.