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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.