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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.