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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Can,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
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.