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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.