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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.