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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
The Standells,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.