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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
MC5,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.