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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.