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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.