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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.