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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.