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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.