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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers 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?
Scientists,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.