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 Uganda and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.