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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Television,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.