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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.