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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Make Up,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
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.