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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
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.