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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Scion,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
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.