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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.