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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.