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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.