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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
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.