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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.