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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.