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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.