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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
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.