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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.