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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.