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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.