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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.