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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.