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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.