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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.