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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.