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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.