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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.