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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.