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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Television,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.