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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.