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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.