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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.