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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.