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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.