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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.