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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.