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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Nico,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.