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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.