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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Martian to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.