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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Franke,
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.