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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.