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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.