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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.