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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
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.