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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Gong,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.