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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.