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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.