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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.