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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.