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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange 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?
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.