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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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 Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.