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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.