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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scion to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.