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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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.