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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.