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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.