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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
The Names,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.