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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.