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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Q65,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
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.