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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
The Fall,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.