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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.