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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.