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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.