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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.