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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Associates to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Magma,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.