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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.