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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.