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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
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.