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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.