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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Japan,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
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.