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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.