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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.