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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.