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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
This Heat,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.