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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.