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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
MC5,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.