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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Fear,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Hashim,
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.