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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Television,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.