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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.