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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.