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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.