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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.