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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.