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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.