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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
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.