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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.