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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.