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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.