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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.