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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.