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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
MDC,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.