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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
The Saints,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.