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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.