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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.