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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.