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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.