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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.