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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.