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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.