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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.