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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.