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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Nico,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.