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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.