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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.