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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
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.