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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magma 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.