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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
10cc,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.