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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leaves to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.