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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 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?
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.