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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.