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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
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.