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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
DNA,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.