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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.