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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Quantec,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.