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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Can,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.