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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.