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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.