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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.