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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.