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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.