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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Faust,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.