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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.