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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.