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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Can,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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.