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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Index,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.