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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
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.