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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.