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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.