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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Index,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Suicide,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.