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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Nico,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.