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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.