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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.