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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.