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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Whodini,
X-102,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.