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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Magma,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
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.