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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.