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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.