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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
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.