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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.