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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.