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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
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.