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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.