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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.