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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
ABC,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.