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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.