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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.