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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.