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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.