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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.