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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.