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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
X-101,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.