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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.