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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.