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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.