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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Erasure,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.