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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.