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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Slave,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.