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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Faust,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.