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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.