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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Index,
Organ,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Can,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.