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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.