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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.