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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.