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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide 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 Motions to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.