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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.