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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.