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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.