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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.