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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.