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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.