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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Monks,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.