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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.