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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.