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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
UT,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.