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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Invisible to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.