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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Remains,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.