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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.