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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
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.