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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.