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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Index,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.