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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.