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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.