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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Magma,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.