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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.