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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.