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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Victims to the disco 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.