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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.