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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.