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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Can,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.