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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.