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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Zapp,
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.