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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Brick,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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.