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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.