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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.