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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.