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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
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.