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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.