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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Human League to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
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.