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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.