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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.