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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 the Human League to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.