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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.