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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.