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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.