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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.