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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.