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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.