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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.