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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.