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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.