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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.