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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.