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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
MC5,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.