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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Zapp,
The Move,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.