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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.