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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
MDC,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.