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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.