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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.