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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.