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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.