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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Mars,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.