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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.