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 Turkey 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 Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
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.