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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.