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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.