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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Make Up,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.