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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's 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 rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Lyres,
MDC,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.