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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.