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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.