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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
cv313,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.