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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
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.