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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.