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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure 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?
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.