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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.