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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.