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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
The Busters,
The Move,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.