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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.