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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.