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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.