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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.