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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.