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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.