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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.