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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.