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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.