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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.