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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Slave,
Gong,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.