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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.