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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.