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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
The Move,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
JFA,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.