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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
DNA,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.