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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.