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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.