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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.