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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.