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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
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.