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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 snare 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.