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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.