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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
MC5,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
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.