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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.