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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.