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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Magma,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
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.