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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Residents,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Symarip,
Japan,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.