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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.