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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.