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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.