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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
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.