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 Dominica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.