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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.