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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.