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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
The Move,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.