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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.