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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.