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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
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.