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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Television,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.