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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sparks to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Visage,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
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.