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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.