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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.