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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.