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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Smog,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
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.