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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.