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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Fear,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
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.