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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Can,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.