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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.