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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.