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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
UT,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
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.