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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Smog,
the Association,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Nas,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.