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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
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.