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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.