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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.