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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.