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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.