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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.