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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
MC5,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.