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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.