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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.