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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Quantec,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.