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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.