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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.