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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.