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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Television to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.