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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.