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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
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.