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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
the Association,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
the Human League,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.