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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.