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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.