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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.