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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.