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 Azerbaijan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.