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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.