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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.