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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.