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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Little Man,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.