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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.