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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Brick,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
The Busters,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.