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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.