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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.