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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.