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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.