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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.