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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
The Victims,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.