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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
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.