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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Scientists,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.