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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.