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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.