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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.