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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Television,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
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.