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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.