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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.