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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.