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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.