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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.