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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.