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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.