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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Mars,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.