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 Croatia and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.