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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Television Personalities 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.