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 Bulgaria 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
New Order,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.