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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.