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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Human League,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Crime,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.