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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.