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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.