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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.