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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lyon and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.