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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.