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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.