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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.