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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Faust,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.