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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.