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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.