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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Cure to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.