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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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.