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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.