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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Echospace,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.