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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.