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 Norway 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
ABC,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.