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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.