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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.