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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
The Saints,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.