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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.