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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.