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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.