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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.