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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.