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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Modern Lovers 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.