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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.