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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.