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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Evens,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Ludus,
Mars,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.