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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Happenings to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.