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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.