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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.