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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.