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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.