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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.