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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.