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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.