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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
X-101,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.