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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
UT,
Oneida,
MDC,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
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.