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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.