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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Zeros to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Pole,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.