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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.