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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.