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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.