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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.