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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.