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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.