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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.