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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Pole,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.