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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
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.