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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
UT,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Scientists,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.