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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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.