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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.