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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.