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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Fall to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.