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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.