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 India and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.