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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.