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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.