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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.