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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.