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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.