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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.