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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
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Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.