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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Organ,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.