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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Mars,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.