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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
The Move,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.