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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.