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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.