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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Qualms,
ABC,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.