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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
the Swans,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.