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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.