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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.