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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.