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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.