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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.