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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
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.