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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.