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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Can,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.