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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
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Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.