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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.