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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Franke,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
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.