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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.