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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.