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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.