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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.