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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
The Index,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.