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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Television,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.