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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
The Move,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.