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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Scion,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.