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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Quantec,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
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.