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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Zapp,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.