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 Kenya 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.