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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.