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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.