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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.