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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.