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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
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.