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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Nas,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
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.