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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.