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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.