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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.