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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.