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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.