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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.