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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.