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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
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.