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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.