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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.