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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.