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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Nico,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.