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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
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.