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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.