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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Can,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
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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.