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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.