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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.