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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.