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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.