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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Visage,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.