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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.