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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.