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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
June Days,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.