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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.