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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.