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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.