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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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.