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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.