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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 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 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 Urselle to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.