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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.