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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.