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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.