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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
John Cale,
cv313,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.