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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Main Source,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.