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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.