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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.