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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.