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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.