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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.