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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.