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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.