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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s 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 Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Josef K,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.