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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Organ,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.