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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.