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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.