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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.