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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
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,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.