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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.